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Traditions Lie

By Bruce Clifford

Spending my time thinking about a tradition.
I havenít known many but I know what Iím missing.
Laying down low in the silence of thought.
Taking the time to count the blessings Iíve bought.

Wanting to know whatís in the truth of tradition.
I havenít a clue to know whatís been missing.
Destiny does charm the silent brigade.
Memories take hold of every promise Iíve made.

Traditions lie.
Battles are won and lost.
Traditions lie.
Thereís always such a cost.

Spending my time thinking about my position.
I havenít known many to know what Iím missing.
The rain from the sky and the panic in a dream.
Taking the time to understand what this means.

Traditions lie.
Battles are won and lost.
Traditions lie.
Thereís always such a cost.

Traditions lie.
Traditions lie.
At such a cost.

© 11/24/2023 Bruce Clifford


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